That year you,
I was young and ignorant, and all I could do was cry and hold me, unwilling to let go.
That year you,
Childlike voices, watching other people get married, clamoring that one day they will put on red makeup for me.
That year you,
The most romantic young man, the angry horse in red, is full of high spirits! Say you won't give up.
That year you,
Drunk and talking "nonsense", he asked, "So what if we are both men? Do you dare to join me and be the enemy of the world?"
…
Now that you have grown up, I do not regret the word "dare" in the past.
It turns out I like you, just like before.
Conception: